Holly

About Me

Some things could only happen to me... or Jerry Lewis... A seemingly ordinary event like, say, grocery shopping often ends with my imminent peril. All for your enjoyment, of course.
This past September marked my 30-something birthday and with it, the final notch on the bedpost of my writing career. A tiny thing, really. Didn't have much of a chance of survival with my chubby hands wielding a pen, after all!
And speaking of chubby hands, in 2010 I gave birth to my son, Harry the Fourth (he's definitely his daddy's namesake!) and my life has NOT been the same since. But, ya know, in a good way. :)
So, if all else fails, I might make you laugh, or cry. Or maybe even both. So pull up a comfy couch or an ergonomic chair and read, partake in my oopsies, wonder at my blunders and snarf heartily at my guffaws as I navigate my life and try to survive the new one I created.
With much love,
Me.